Miroslava Odalovic

Have written my calendar in ashes

Have written my calendar in ashesi think it was last yearit didn't want to be a sonnetit didn't want to be a verseor anything of that kind

have written my time still unfulfilledi think it never mattered whenit didn't want to be measured in momentsit didn't want to be measured in wordsto be measured at all

have written my spaces all across the spheresi think it was in a space unknownit never wanted to ring about the spheresit never wanted to toll throughout the circlesit never wanted meor anyone of my kind

the grids went broken like bridges over ruinsbecause the ruins won't stand the over bridgingi went through my days though i was never goneby calendar quanta through a mile or stone